"What the fuck did you do?"
Aramus spared Avion only a quick glance before returning his stare to the screen before him and the stars whipping by as they sped away from the source of his malfunction. So far, distance wasn't providing the instant cure he'd hoped for. "Shouldn't you still be in bed?" he grumbled.
"I'm tired of lying around like some useless mannequin. Beside, when I heard the news, I had to come tell you in person what a fucking idiot you are."
"And how many walls did you dent on your way?" Because without his eyes and with his cyborg senses still refusing to function correctly, Avion was still very much an invalid.
"Who cares about some replaceable fucking panels? How could you just dump Riley like that?"
"I did what had to be done."
"No. You did the easy thing."